Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Lovely, lovely people of teh internet, what is there to say besides Thank You for all the kind thoughts and personal emails you've sent me? I wonder after receiving them all what I have to give in return, besides stories of just how drunk one woman can get when let loose in Chicago. But even though my heart is still very heavy you've all raised me up enough so I can no longer wallow in my own misery. And if I start quoting Josh Groban songs you're all invited to throw rotten tomatoes at me.

Blogher, oh Blogher. What is there to say about Blogher that hasn't already been said? Most has been recapped by other bloggers so I suppose my post will have to be a personal message to those wonderful women (and men) I was fortunate enough to meet this weekend. My apologies to those of you who weren't there but I have pictures, if that's any consolation for making you go through this again. Fortunately, none of me as I was the morning I left for home, puking into a plastic bag in the cab to O'Hare. Not kidding about that. Not even a little bit.

But, dammit, they were free!

This is a thank you note, a love letter, to you all:

To Sarah, Devra and Izzy - who stayed with me while waiting for my lost luggage. You're all gracious and one great regret from this past weekend was not being able to spend more time with you. But, Sarah, you're right - Blogher was way better than seeing Sting. Even if I went without all my cute new clothes for the better part of two days.

Me, Devra and Sarah.

To Nancy - who made me a mix CD - which I'm loving! - but, unfortunately, I was only able to grab it before we were whisked away from each other. Why, oh, why was Blogher not longer? Didn't mean to grab and run, hon.

To Debbie - who gave me one of her shirts so I would have something to wear besides the clothes I had traveled in. Soul sistah, I envy your cheekbones and your spirit. If you're ever in Mass. you've got a place to stay.

To SueBob - I think I licked your stapler, but then we only had few moments to smile and wave to each other. I wish we had a chance to talk about our pooches together. And I'm referring to our dogs, not the fat rolls around our bellies.

To Bossy - Oh, fer chrissake! I wanted to put you in my pocket and take you home with me. But she's far too fabulous - and tall - for that. And did I mention beautiful? And tall? Jeezus christ!

Bossy and Mom 101. And right after I took this picture my camera blew up from all that fabulousness.

To Moosh and Jessica - the two women who kept me giggling all weekend because the two of you put the fun in "funny" (well, duh). One can not be in the company of these women without cracking a smile.

To the TO Mommies - I hate to lump you all in together because you're all amazing in your own right (and because it's a cop out, but I'm getting tired of all this linking), but together you're a force to be reckoned with. I'm not sure if it was their collective intelligence or their beauty that stunned me more. It doesn't really matter, though, because it all ought to be illegal.

Chicky thinks you're pretty cool too. And very fish kiss worthy.

To GGC and BMC - Mere words cannot describe them and that's all I'm going to say. Except, the cookies were yar. Believe me, you're sorry if you didn't meet those sexy bitches.

"BMC" now stands for "Bite My Cone".

To Lawyer Mama - Who knows deep down that I'm really a snarky bitch, and Pundit Mom - the sweetest woman in DC, and Ruth - who really is freaking dynamite... Many smooches.

And to everyone else - and you know who you are - you made it very easy for this social misfit to feel like her friends from the internet could be friends in real life if there had only been more goddamn time.

A bit of promotional product from Kristen. Eh, at least Chicky didn't put the other side in her mouth.

Oh, and to T., the best roommate ever - You and I could be the text book case of how two women from across a continent can meet online and become best buds. You may not know it yet, but you're going to Blogher again next year just so I can reciprocate your kindness. And please, if someone has a picture of the two of us can you send it to me? With the exception of our photo booth pictures, I did not get one single shot of T. and me together and that is tragic.

Yeah, I totally thought I was hot shit. Was I drinking too much at this point? Yes. Is there far too much licking? Yes. Do I care? Surprisingly, no.

Now I'm going to rest. If it wasn't enough to break out like a fourteen year old boy who had rubbed pizza on his face and have the skin around my lips flake and peel off right before Blogher, then lose my baggage, have to deal with the soul crushing humidity of Chicago (Oh fer chrissake! Someone get me a damn squeegee. Jeezus!), get horribly drunk and then horribly sick before having to fly home and then losing my grandmother less than 24 hours upon returning, but now I have a really bad head cold and I'm achy. It really is a wonder that I ever leave my house.

Can I has one? Pleeze.

I'm going to try to upload all my pictures so you can see them just as soon as I can figure out where to put them so my family doesn't find out I blog. Any suggestions?

You're right. It was too damn short! I keep telling everyone "I wish I'd spent more time with you" because there really just wasn't. enough. time. I'm feeling all depressed now because it's over. Sob!

I have a picture of you & T. Julie's in it too & you're all looking snarky & bitchy. I'll email it to you if I can find your email address. Or you can lift it from my flickr. Start your own Flickr account & just don't tell the family!

I had a hell of a hangover on Sunday. No projectile vomiting or anything, but I did throw up in my mouth a little when my plane took off. TMI?

And seriously? How much did you drink to make you sick on the ride to the airport? I drank several glasses of wine and two cranberry and vodkas, and woke up just fine. I think my party baby gave me back my alcohol tolerance.

Hurray, lots of pictures! Wow, what a fun time! So happy you had a fabulous time. Chicky is such a great model. But I do think that "lollipop's" expiration date will expire way, way, way before she is ready to use it! Time for the birds and the bees talk already!?

I cannot think of a lovelier and nuttier group of ladies to be lumped in with - seriously, we are all freaky individuals but as a collective - DAMN! you'd better watch out. I'm so stoked that I now "know" you (ohhhh that sounds so carnal) and I will always consider you an honorary Canuck.

I have always thought that you have one of the most authentic and dynamic voices on the internet and it was such a pleasure to put a face with that voice - and find out that you do not, in fact, wear big pink sunglasses. I only wish we could have spent more time together amidst all the hoopla.

Seriously, y'all do not look as drunk as you were (or as drunk as I'd look with all that free wine, heck - free or not, I'd be snockered and it would show!) - which is a sincere compliment. You ladies know how to party and look gorgeous (all of you).

I have to say... Being petted by you and Sandra at the same time on Saturday night... Was an experience. (I don't know if you even remember that. But I'm STILL laughing whenever I think of the two of you patting my head.) heeheee. I wish I could have spent more time with you both.

I didn't want to be the prude on Saturday night to say "SLOW DOWN ON THE DAMN WINE THERE CHICKY." But maybe I should have? Doubt you would have remembered my prudishness anyway eh?I'm a little peeved about the Wunderbars, but AREN'T THEY AMAZING?